Four Lesbians and I...

Had burgers yesterday.


I believe it is safe to say that a good half of my friends are gay. I'm pretty proud of this given the fact that I live in the buckle of the Bible Belt and was raised in a deeply Southern Baptist family, but it doesn't come without it's own set of challenges. Due to the blatant prejudice rampant in the afore-mentioned locale in which I was raised and, for the moment, still reside, I have found that meeting new people of a less conventional sexual preference is usually frought with uncertainty on both sides. They are usually a little trepidatious with me because they don't know if I am judging them while I in turn am on eggshells trying not to let my inner asshole out.


I have what some consider to be an abrasive sense of humor, and what all consider to be a complete disregard for the niceties of conversational etiquette. Honestly, I just don't see the point. Really? I have neither the patience nor the inclination to dance around a given issue, or try to be "polite" when a question needs to be answered or a problem solved. I am blunt, bull-headed, honest, forthright, stubborn, probably opinionated and sometimes even arrogant. How am I doing so far ladies? Husband material yet?

However the gay issue is somewhat close to my heart, since I have so many close friends who are, so I make an exception. I try my hardest to put new friends at ease and let them get to know me before I unleash the Kraken.

I think the reason it's such a big deal for me is that there's so much out there that conspires to make us bitter and distant from each other and, while I may be a bit cynical and jaded, I love to see people finding love and comfort wherever they can. So when some whack job at the state capitol tries to tell my friends that because they have found a bastion in which they can take refuge against the creeping tide of hate and derision that life sometimes brings, but that bastion is made of brick instead of stone, they are different and somehow inferior to other people, I take umbrage. Big violent poison-spewing fucking umbrage. I'm so glad to be getting out of here.

Now as I understand it, the situation is no better where I'm going. As a matter of fact it is a few orders of magnitude worse. Well, what's life without a challenge eh? That and my steel wool personality will probably be getting me into a lot of trouble. If you see me in the ROK, bring scotch.

See you on the Dark Side

p.s. On a lighter note, I watched Ninja Assassins. Twice. In the same night. BAD. ASS.